Page 50 of Breaking Free

“What?” I finally ask after capping the bottle.

Dominic grins. “Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Just enjoying watching you try to keep from hiding from me.”

I hate that he can see through me. I remove the plate and put it in front of him before warming up my own.

“I’m not hiding.”

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking?”

He picks up a slice, his biceps flexing as he brings it to his mouth. “Um. Nothing really.”

“Now who’s the liar?” he says while chewing.

I roll my eyes. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

He brings his thumb to the corner of his lips, wiping off some sauce. “You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.”

I pull my plate from the microwave and stand a couple feet away from him. “Well, you know how earlier we were talking about how I don’t really know how to initiate things, and you like to be in control?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“In the moment, when we’re intimate, it’s easy to forget everything else. Things turn up and you’re willing to say and do things that normally you’d never think about doing or saying.” His brows draw in as he listens. “I don’t know. I like our dynamic, you know, in those moments.”

“Okay,” he says, dragging the word out, confused.

“But after, I feel like maybe it’s weird to be that way. Do you think it’s—”

“Weird?” he asks, putting his pizza down. “I know we don’t know much about each other, but I’d think you’d know how much I really do like it. You’re more submissive in those situations, but that’s not a bad thing. I’m more dominant. It’s who we are and why we’re good together.” He grins and winks at me.

I blush and fight off a smile. “Okay, so it’s not weird.”

“Definitely not.”

“You don’t look at me differently afterwards?”

“I look at you like I always look at you.”

“Which is how?”

He smirks. “Like I like what I see.”

“Okay,” I reply with a bashful grin.

We eat in silence for a minute before I say, “Can I admit something?”

“Of course.”

I don’t look him in the eye when I say, “I still want to fuck you, but…”

“But?”

I bring my head up and force myself to look him in the eyes when I say, “But I think I’m more looking forward to how you’ll fuck me.”

His smile stretches across his face slowly, deviant thoughts shining through his eyes. He rounds the island and stops in front of me, grabbing my hips. “It’s gonna be so good, Campbell. You’re gonna love the way I fill you up, and I’m gonna love the way you take it.” He stares at my mouth briefly before gazing into my eyes. “And as far as you fucking me…”

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